A thousand words couldn't bring you back, I know because I've tried. Neither could a thousand tears, I know because I've cried. You left behind a broken heart and happy memories too. But I never wanted memories, I only wanted you.

Somehow the conversation mentioned your name. And someone asked if I knew you. Looking away I thought of all the times we had together; sharing laughter, tears, jokes, and tons more. And then, without explanation you were gone. I looked to where they were waiting for an answer, and then said softly, 'Once, I thought I did'.

Before I met you, I was always considered the strong one, the one who never got hurt; I could do anything and never fall. I felt like I was the epitome of invincibility; of confidence. Now you've come along, you've broken my heart, and you've shaken me from that really strong foundation that I had spent years constructing. I found out more about myself than I ever had before. I found that my foundation wasn't as strong as I thought it was -- I realized that love isn't all it's cracked up to be -- and I found that this time, maybe I won't be able to get back up quite so easily.

I've seen this all before. It's like a reoccurring dream, only with different people. It's the same script with a different cast. The same heartbreak, with a different person causing the pain. Only, I'm still the one ending up heartbroken.

So maybe you were special, and maybe you were supposed to be the one, but then again maybe you were just like the rest of them, only you took my heart with you when you left.